Luke, of course, remembers very well just what Cal used to like. And, it seems, he still does like; the picture Luke makes with his arms draped like that, speaking with a purr. It works like a charm, stoking the arousal coiling in him, and he has to take a breath, sharp between his teeth.

The pull of the Force makes him stumble just so, and he lets that momentum carry him onto the bed, even if it's not the most graceful thing. From there, he crawls up Luke's body with a grin, and leans down until their lips just touch.

"You're ridiculous. I love you."

And then he closes the rest of the distance in a searing kiss.